The mobile phone ghost looked at Chen Ge timidly, holding the old-fashioned mobile phone around his neck with both hands. The green-lit screen showed 99 missed calls, and the note for each missed call was - Mom.
Chen Ge felt that the mobile phone ghost was not like a wraith. There was no hatred or malice in him, just like a child who didn't understand anything.
"You want me to help you find your mother?"
The mobile phone ghost nodded, raised his thin arm, and gestured towards Chen Ge.
After working on it for a long time, he realized that Chen Ge still didn't understand. He suddenly picked up the mobile phone hanging around his neck, edited a message and sent it to Chen Ge.
The phone vibrated slightly. Chen Ge swiped the screen of his phone and clicked on the message sent to him by the ghost on the phone.
"My mother has been looking for me. I want you to use my mobile phone to send a message to my mother. My mobile phone is in Liwan Town, the eastern suburbs."
"Your wish is to send a message to your mother?" Chen Ge nodded. Each ghost has its own story. It is precisely because they were too unwilling to let go during their lifetime that they stayed in the human world.
Putting away the ghost on the phone, Chen Ge prepared to fulfill his wish today: "It would be a waste to put such a special ghost in the hands of the Ghost Story Association. Only I can bring out his ability to the fullest."
The mobile phone ghost is of great use to Chen Ge's haunted house. As long as the mobile phone ghost helps him wholeheartedly, there will be fewer and fewer tourists who dare to use their mobile phones to take photos and videos in his haunted house.
After taking a cold shower, Chen Ge put on a set of clean clothes and then briefly cleaned the haunted house.
At nine o'clock in the morning, the park opened for business, and the sky was a little gloomy, but this did not affect the enthusiasm of tourists at all. Compared with the previous few days, the number of tourists today has increased a lot.
One-star scenes are no longer attractive to regular customers. Most tourists are beginning to visit two-star scenes, and the top group of tourists are beginning to challenge three-star scenes.
In one morning, six or seven waves of tourists had entered the living coffin village and the third ward. The tourists' ability to adapt to new scenes was stronger than Chen Ge thought.
Everyone has a threshold of fear in their hearts, and as tourists continue to experience horrific scenes, this threshold in the hearts of tourists continues to increase, which also makes Chen Ge feel pressure.
"The reward for the third ward trial mission is the ten mentally ill people. If we really put them in the third ward, they can scare the tourists to tears without any other arrangements. The key problem now is that I can't guarantee those mental illnesses.
The patient's souls obey my orders 100%, they are so crazy."
In order to ensure the safety of tourists, Chen Ge did not use the case list from the third ward.
"There is no better way for now. When someone is about to clear the customs, we can only let Lao Zhou and the three of them go in to provide warmth to the tourists."
Chen Ge's concern for tourists is reflected in all aspects. While he is trying his best to scare tourists, he is also worried about their safety: "It's not easy to do business these days."
Sitting in the haunted house, Chen Ge took the tourists to the underground scene and then leaned aside to rest.
His current work and rest schedule is almost the same as Zhang Ya's. Day and night are reversed, he is active at night and squeezes in time to sleep during the day.
Taking out his mobile phone, Chen Ge searched the Internet for information about Liwan Town. It was just a very ordinary town.
"The mobile phone of the mobile phone ghost is in the eastern suburbs of Jiujiang. The place where he first appeared should be in the eastern suburbs, but why did he fall into the hands of the Ghost Story Association? The Ghost Story Association also has connections with the eastern suburbs of Hanjiang?"
Chen Ge shook his head, feeling that it was unlikely.
After a busy day, the haunted house closed at around six o'clock in the evening.
After Xu Wan and Gu Feiyu got off work, Chen Ge first called Li Zheng and asked how to cooperate with them.
Li Zheng's answer to him was not to act rashly for the time being and wait for their notification.
Since the police said so, Chen Ge would naturally not go over and cause trouble.
He entered the employee lounge and put the skull-crushing hammer, repeater and other items into his backpack. After making sure that nothing was missing, he closed the door of the haunted house and took a taxi to the eastern suburbs of Jiujiang again.
Different from last night, Chen Ge was now confident. Not only was there no fear in his heart, but there was also a hint of expectation.
Liwan Town is not too remote, and the taxi only drove Chen Ge for more than thirty minutes.
When getting off the bus, a light rain started falling in the sky. Chen Ge didn't bring an umbrella, so he paid the fare and hurriedly hid in a nearby mobile phone store.
"Sir, how can I help you?" The waiter asked cautiously, seeing that Chen Ge was dressed in a different style.
"It's okay, just go about your business." Chen Ge took out the comic book and found a deserted corner to talk to the cell phone ghost.
After a while, his mobile phone received a new message from the mobile phone ghost.
"The rooftop of Puming Apartment on East Street, Liwan Town? Is this the address?" Chen Ge looked at the information on his phone and found the waiter from before: "Excuse me, how to get to Puming Apartment?"
"Go straight along this street and you'll see the shabbiest houses." The waiter was very nice and thought that Chen Ge was renting a house from outside. He also said a few words: "The East Street side is a bit messy and the hygiene is poor.
You'd better live on West Street, the rent won't be much higher."
"Thank you." Chen Ge carried his bag and headed to Puming's apartment in the rain. He ran all the way and spent more than ten minutes finally finding the apartment building that the mobile phone ghost mentioned. This building is estimated to be more than 30 years old.
It looks very shabby.
"Is this right here?"
Chen Ge entered the apartment building. There were almost no tenants in this place, and many of the doors were covered with thick dust.
He climbed to the top floor in one breath, and the door leading to the top of the building was locked.
The lock head is full of rust and the keyhole is rusted to death.
"It seems that no one has been here for a long time." Chen Ge took out the skull-crushing hammer from his backpack, knocked down the lock, and pushed the door open.
There was some garbage piled on the top of the apartment building, and there were rows of flower pots against the wall, but the plants inside were long dead.
“Did Mobile Ghost’s mobile phone fall here?”
Chen Ge looked around and finally focused on a few water tanks.
The water tanks seemed to be used by the tenants in the building to make kimchi. Each water tank was sealed and had stones on top.
Chen Gege slowly approached with a skull-crushing hammer. He moved the stones off the water tank and opened the first water tank.
It's empty, there's nothing inside.
Immediately afterwards, Chen Ge moved the stones on the second water tank. As soon as he moved them away, a strange smell wafted out of the water tank.
Opening the lid, Chen Ge's eyelids twitched slightly when he looked inside.
There is a scrawny child in the water tank whose body has been dried out. Its facial profile is very similar to that of a mobile phone ghost, and there is an old-fashioned mobile phone hanging on its chest.
Chen Ge stood aside and watched silently for a long time, until his hair was wet by the rain: "I found you."
He took out his mobile phone and was about to call the police when the ghost on the mobile phone suddenly sent him a message.
"Before telling the police, I wanted to use my mobile phone to send a message to my mother. She must be worried that it is broken."
"Do you have to use your mobile phone?" Chen Ge didn't know why the mobile phone ghost didn't let the police call the police, but he respected the mobile phone ghost's idea: "Okay."
Not wanting to damage the scene, he took a few photos of the water tank and took out the cell phone from the boy's body.
After so many years, the phone can no longer be turned on normally.
He put the lid back on the water tank and prepared to come back after completing the mobile phone ghost's last wish.
Putting away the skull-crushing hammer, Chen Ge hurried downstairs and ran back to the mobile phone store where he had taken shelter from the rain.
The rain gradually became heavier and his coat was soaked through.
"Sir, do you need anything?" The waiter had just met Chen Ge, but he didn't expect him to come back so soon.
"Can you charge a mobile phone here? This model? If the mobile phone cannot be used, then take out the card inside first."
Chen Ge handed the phone to the clerk. The man was a little embarrassed after reading it. He rummaged around the counter for a long time but couldn't find a usable charger: "Sir, your phone looks old."
"I haven't used this phone in years. It doesn't matter if it really can't be turned on. Take out the card. I need the phone number in it." Chen Ge understood what the phone ghost was thinking. His mother had been looking for him, so he thought
He wants to use his own phone to send a message back to his mother.
"Have you not used it for many years?" The waiter shook his head: "If the user's mobile phone payment is in arrears for more than three months, the number will be recycled. Your account has probably been cancelled."
"Log out?" Chen Ge stood next to the counter, holding the comic book in his pocket tightly.
"Let me check it for you." The waiter was very patient. She opened the back case of the phone, took out the SIM card inside, and found the card information through the 20-digit number on the big card.
Looking at the computer screen, the waiter was a little surprised: "Your card can really be used normally."
"Does it work? Doesn't it mean that the number will be canceled after three months? This phone has not been used for at least a few years." Chen Ge looked at the computer screen and felt incredible.
"It will be canceled after three months of arrears, but since you applied for the card seven years ago, someone has been charging phone bills into it every month. This is the bill."
The computer screen clearly displays the payment records of this number for the past seven years. The most recent payment was just yesterday!
The waiter looked at Chen Ge with a smile on his face: "Sir, although you have forgotten this number yourself, someone has not forgotten it. It is really not easy for her to persist for seven years."
"Thanks."
Chen Ge directly bought a mobile phone that could accept a large SIM card in the business hall and walked out with his bag on his back.
He inserted the mobile phone sim card into his mobile phone, looked at the opaque sky outside, and went into the back alley to call out the mobile phone ghost.
"This is our agreement."
Chen Ge handed the mobile phone to the mobile phone ghost. The thin mobile phone ghost was holding the phone and his body was shaking.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Chen Ge silently squatted in front of the mobile phone ghost and looked at his face: "How about I take you to meet her?"
The mobile phone ghost shook his head. He didn't dare to send a message while holding the mobile phone. After a long time, he returned the mobile phone to Chen Ge.
"She is afraid that you will never be able to contact her after the phone is canceled, so she will recharge this number every month. She has been waiting for you."
I don’t know if Chen Ge’s words had any effect. The phone ghost sent Chen Ge a message and then disappeared directly.
Clicking on the message showed an address - Tongtong Flower Shop, No. 37 Puyuan Road, Dongjiao.
Chen Ge didn't stop, stopped a taxi and rushed to the place where the ghost on the phone mentioned.
It was almost eight o'clock when Chen Ge found No. 37 Puyuan Road. By this time, it was raining heavily.
Chen Ge's coat got wet. He leaned against the side of the street and finally saw the flower shop on the corner.
The area is not large, but the decoration is very warm, and you can smell a faint fragrance of flowers when you walk up to it.
Pushing the glass door, wind chimes sounded, and a woman who looked to be in her thirties was holding a basket, as if thinking about how to match the branches and leaves, main flowers and lining flowers.
When she heard the sound of wind chimes, she quickly put down the basket in her hand and stood up.
Chen Ge looked at the woman in front of him. She was very ordinary and ordinary: "Hello, I would like to order a bouquet of carnations."
"Is it for mother? What color does she like?" The woman led Chen Ge to the side.
"I don't know much about it, just do it the way you like."
"Then you can pick it up tomorrow morning, or I can send you a picture then. If you are satisfied, I will send it to you."
"Okay." Chen Ge looked around and found a small wooden sign in front of the flower shop counter with a photo of a very cute boy on it: "Is this your child?"
The woman nodded, her eyes a little complicated: "His name is Tongtong. He disappeared near the flower shop six years ago. The police suspected that he was abducted by human traffickers."
"Human trafficker?" Chen Ge did not continue. While the woman was distracted, he quietly placed the money for the bouquet of flowers on the counter: "Your child will be fine. Maybe he is thinking of you too."
Without disturbing the woman again, Chen Ge walked out of the store.
"Wait a minute!" The woman suddenly shouted to Chen Ge, and she got into the back room.
"What's wrong?"
When Chen Ge was surprised, the woman took out an umbrella from the house: "It's raining outside, take it first, and then give it to me when you come to get the flowers tomorrow."
Chen Ge said thank you, but did not take the umbrella and walked out of the flower shop directly.
The sound of wind chimes was drowned out by the heavy rain. Chen Ge walked around in a circle and walked into the cafe opposite the flower shop.
He chose a seat by the window and called out the ghost on his cell phone.
"Tell her a word, she has been waiting for you."
Chen Ge handed the newly purchased mobile phone to the mobile phone ghost. This thin and pitiful-looking little guy held the mobile phone in both hands and stood next to the window glass, silently looking across the street.
The lights in the flower shop went out, and the woman came out carrying a bag and an umbrella.
She locked the door of the flower shop as usual and walked away.
Seeing her back getting blurry, the mobile phone ghost finally took out his mobile phone. He thought for a long time and sent a message to the woman using his own mobile phone number.
"sorry."
Across the street, a woman heard her cell phone ringing, but she didn't pay attention at first.
She held an umbrella with one hand and took out her phone with the other, but when she saw the information on the phone screen, her body seemed to freeze.
The umbrella fell, and she stood alone in the heavy rain holding her mobile phone.
In the cafe, the mobile phone ghost lay on the window display and cried loudly through the cold glass.